Big Foot’s Not Going To Win This One…

Eleven Days After The Fall – when Big Foot (the scale) tripped me in the bathroom in the middle of the night and the bathtub sucker-punched me.

7.20.17 SHARON 3

This is the first day I went out absent the face make-up. That “It” make-up for people with blemishes or rosebuds or scars or uneven coloring on their faces? It really does do a good job covering up stuff. I could do an Advertisement for this product, made by It Cosmetics, but I don’t have any before pictures of how the make-up actually did cover up the bruises. It didn’t cover them totally, and I did look a little like an American Geisha Girl in the face part, but it covered enough so I was comfortable.

It doesn’t cover up swelling though and that was a big part for the first three days. The ‘day after’ pictures, even I couldn’t bear to look at, so I deleted them and went with ‘on the third day’ after the fall, this is what I looked like.

I keep thinking there’s going to be some benefit to me. That the knockout punch corrected something that needed to be corrected in my brain, in my neck. Okay, so I didn’t ‘come to’ speaking a foreign language. But come on…something, anything good, some benefit.

Maybe something was out-of-place from a long ago injury (pick an injury any injury) or a long ago surgery (pick a surgery any surgery) that needed to be put back the way it was originally.

If I needed down time I didn’t take it.

Even when I don’t type because of the high intensity pain, I still cook and write by hand and work around the house and do my physical and mental work-outs and walk wherever I need to shop or visit. I’m tougher than I look and act. I wonder why that is? It must have a survival advantage for me. And for those around me lol.

Maybe my brain and neck wouldn’t have been looked at via a CAT scan –  and it needed to be looked at – unless there was a visible reason, instead of me just saying there’s something wrong with my neck and/or brain that needs fixing. State of the Art fixing. Not dinosaur treatment methods reserved for women of all ages and old folks. I’m due for the best there is in medical technologies and treatment options no matter what I have.

I did notice one thing. My left hip pain and left sciatic is gone. That might be temporary. It has never been GONE before. It’s lesser or greater. Never at zero. That hip injury was from the Trayvon Martin – George Zimmerman verdict. Payback for me not supporting Trayvon Martin’s right to try to kill George Zimmerman. Trayvon Martin was waiting for a drug hook-up and George Zimmerman was on neighborhood watch patrol.

We’ll see how it all shakes out.

All I know for sure is I’m on the mend for some injuries and others have yet to be addressed. And all my troops are home – in the greater Cleveland, Ohio area.



Logging Steps Or Miles – June 2017

Steve’s been logging his steps and miles via his cell phone for months. I have the same capability, but because I don’t have pockets to carry my phone around while I walk I don’t log the miles in.

I’m changing that. I found one pair of leggin’ pants that has a back pocket, so am now logging my steps and miles. I’m doing it around the house too. Only problem right now is that when my phone rings I look frantically about for it, while it’s setting right in my pocket on me. I’ll get used to it.

Steve logs a lot of miles. I’m going to log more without telling him I’m competing and see if I can at least match what he walks everyday. Mostly everyday.

Years ago after getting beat down by a guy on a skateboard in front of my apartment building after the George Zimmerman verdict, I stopped walking so much. I suffered a big injury that never completely healed the right way and still suffer the pain from it.

He knew who I was. He knocked on my door a couple of weeks later to see if I was still alive I guess. Never said a word. Never looked up at me. Kept looking down at his cell phone. I told him he had the wrong apartment. There was something familiar about him. As he walked away I asked him a question. He answered without turning around. The second he started talking I recognized his voice as the one who attacked me full force on his skate board, almost throwing me into the street.

When I stopped walking so much, that’s when I noticed the weight gain most prominently. But you have to walk a lot to keep it off. That was easy for me, since we don’t have a car and we walk to places we need to go. After that attack I started taking the bus, or most often just had Steve do the running around for me. For a long time I didn’t go out. One winter I might have gone out three times by myself.

That’s what terror does. And nobody cares if it’s a white woman who gets hit. She deserves it. Pay back for slavery that she didn’t commit. Then help us they say and we won’t keep knocking you to the ground.

No thanks. I don’t help terrorists.

It’s time I got that guy back who used his skateboard as a weapon to assault me – by walking by myself again – walking as far and as long as my body wants to walk, not dictated by some degenerate using a skateboard as his weapon of choice to assault old white women.

06-11-17     4.50 mi.

06-12-17     1.40 mi.

06-13-17     1.60 mi.

06-14-17     0.76 mi

06-15-17     0.51 mi.

06-16-17     1.10 mi.

06-17-17     1.80 mi.

06-18-17     0.48 mi.

06-19-17     2.30 mi.     1 floor

06-20-17     0.88 mi.     1 floor

06-21-17     0.53 mi.     1 floor

06-22-17     1.60 mi.

06-23-17     0.57 mi.

06-24-17     1.00 mi.

06-25-17     1.80 mi.     3 floors

06-25-17     1.40 mi.

06-26-17     1.40 mi.

06-27-17     1.30 mi.     2 floors

06-28-17     0.61 mi.     1 floor

06-29-17     0.82 mi.     2 floors

06-30-17     1.70 mi

21 days = 28.06 total mi.     1.34 mi. per day

I walked 1.079 marathons in 21 days